5 loads of laundry down. about 7 more to go. i can't even BEGIN to think about how much homework i have due, so i just have dreams that my teachers are yelling at me and saying it's too late to turn anything in and i'm a FAILURE. and then this fucking dance party. can't i just make alicia make the poster? she's a fucking creative writing major and probably has WAY more time than i do. i don't even care what we name it anymore. jesus. just get the fucking posters out.
sometimes i want to throw everything away and not care about becoming a doctor and join the circus, or at least have my own small clothing line, but all i can think about is my entire family gloating and being all, "yeah. we told you so."
i have
to buckle
down.
sometimes i want to throw everything away and not care about becoming a doctor and join the circus, or at least have my own small clothing line, but all i can think about is my entire family gloating and being all, "yeah. we told you so."
i have
to buckle
down.
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Everyone told me that I would fail etc.. wouldnt last on the bus going to school ... i would party to much and not finish yada yada yada.
you know what? the mere glory of rubbing it in their faces was pure satisfaction to all my misery and pain!!!!!!! So become a Doctor and shove it down their throats. Just the fact of have them address you as Doctor from now and forever is beautiful. Trust me my friend reminds me all the time that is DR. Dave now. After your finish and make enough money. Retire and do the designer thing but know you had the satisfactoin of rubbing it in their face everyday for saying you were going to fail.
What name did you come up with?